Kadafi but stood there for a moment, eyes wide as if caught in a trance.
What the ---?
After a long moment or two, a certain pungent aroma brought the drunk back to life and he composed himself. With an awkward shrug, Kadafi tucked his "pistol" back within the confines of his loins and tossed a few coins in the direction of the barkeep.
"Sorry for the mess, gents." The drunk said to everyone and no-one. "The name's Perry Lee, bounty hunter extraordinaire."